GUNTER POV
I had to restrain myself from breaking his nose again. And only because I knew what was going to happen in a matter of minutes.
I was going to beat the s**t out of him — and maybe, if the Goddess deemed it right, even kill that scumbag.
Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, a raw, simmering storm waiting to erupt. The air around me felt heavy, charged, and the only thing that kept me from snapping was the hand in mine. Tessa’s hand.
Small, warm, grounding.
I squeezed it — not gently, but enough to remind myself that she was there. That she was the only damn thing standing between me and the chaos inside my chest.
*Breathe in, breathe out, kill later.*
Weird mantra, I know. But it worked.
It kept Cassius, my wolf, from taking full control. Barely.
We stomped up the s
